By Crystevin
Date: 23 March 2000
The Race
Wandering aimlessly
through patterns and routines
trying to find the difference
in between.
Like a "Dark Side of the Moon"
I've come to live the lyrics
as they've become real
when they tell me,
"then one day you find
ten years have gone behind you,
noone told you when to run,
you missed the starting gun"
So it appears I've started the race
once again, too late.
Running wildly from absentia
to an obvious case of
my own dimentia
and one more time,
back again.
The trek is long
but how long,
i'm uncertain.
The track is
filled with obstacles
but the finish line
promises an end
while the trophy
hides the key
to my very own
closure.
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